Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Equatorial Guinea and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Isaac Hayes to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Subhumans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brick,
Frankie Knuckles,
Isaac Hayes,
Wasted Youth,
Byron Stingily,
Fat Boys,
Magma,
Television,
Gang Green,
The Gories,
Pylon,
Junior Murvin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The New Christs,
Monks,
The Star Department,
Maurizio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Unwound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Shuggie Otis,
Loose Ends,
Agitation Free,
Guru Guru,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stereo Dub,
Steve Hackett,
Marine Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
Skaos,
Spandau Ballet,
Brass Construction,
Grey Daturas,
Mars,
Talk Talk,
Vainqueur,
Alphaville,
Eden Ahbez,
The Count Five,
Cameo,
The Mojo Men,
John Cale,
Albert Ayler,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arcadia,
Metal Thangz,
Q65,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alice Coltrane,
Rotary Connection,
Hot Snakes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Theoretical Girls,
Radiohead,
The Barracudas,
Sun City Girls,
Audionom,
OOIOO,
The Associates,
Pere Ubu,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.